Last year, I bought a lantern for our cabin and filled the batteries for storm season. My child played with it in the “woods” of her darkened bedroom.
Last week, power flickered. I flipped the lantern switch. The batteries may have died, but we never lost the light.
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A holiday toast to my husband:
Brighter than the shade of rubies in my ears, deeper than the scarlet smeared on my lips, richer than the aged merlot in my glass, is the love my crimson heart carries for you after sixteen Christmases together.
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We shared an underdressed kiss standing on the pavement in front of the airport. Bones rattled from February chill; breath turned misty like my eyes.
“Good luck,” I whispered into Justin’s shoulder as I untangled my arms from his back. “Maybe this will be the one.”
“Thanks.” He half smiled. “See you tomorrow.”
Justin boarded a New York-bound plane wearing his only suit pressed into neat lines.
I returned to our Detroit home with cold feet.
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When the temperature rises above comfortably cool, they find happiness in the shallow end of the water.
Bright colors cover their flesh, drenched in summer sweat and the smell of coconuts.
They sing their sweet song and flap their fleshy wings spraying water droplets against the lens of my favorite glasses. I find my smile under an umbrella.
It’s summer, and they are my two tropical birds in paradise.
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In response to Donna-Louise’s Prompt Pot – Birds
My daughter shoved her finger at a photo of my mom. “Gigi is up,” she asserted, a story I hadn’t told her.
My mom’s voice echoed, believe in miracles.
That night, darkness unfolded from dusk and I saw her shining among stars.
